Sunday, June 17, 2012

In Dreams

In my dreams, I fly.
I open the window in my dingy 10th-floor apartment and hurl
myself out into the night. The cold wind
caresses me, the air supporting me as though I'm lying on a mattress. The dark holds no terrors for me. Walls crumble like tissue at my touch;
hard-eyed men with guns and knives fold at a single blow of my fist.

In the morning, I cut myself shaving. I am no longer invulnerable. I am only me, middle-aged, balding; the eternal
assistant manager at Kinko's.

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There will be short stories and very short stories. The short stories will be from 1000 words up and will be rare. The very short stories are what I'm calling flitterfics. They will be posted whenever I have a chance, hopefully at least twice a week.

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